Could I pretty please get a daughter!reader (of Jensen) + surprise? Hope that's okay. Looking forward to it, and I'll also signal boost the post! :D
You’d seen him since you were a kid, every damn year, on December 12th, sitting on the porch with the fairy lights your mother had made him put up, listening to the same song. There, out in the cold of the night, with snow layered on the wooden steps, his breath coming out in clouds of smoke as silent tears froze on his cheeks and chin, sans jacket or any sort of heat.
When you were eight, you’d woken up from a nightmare and gotten out of bed to find him, seeking the comfort of your dad’s arms. You looked all over the house, your heart beating a rapid staccato beat. You would’ve started crying if you hadn’t seen the soft glow of the lights peeking through the window of the door. You grabbed a blanket and jumped into your boots walking out to the porch.
His eyes immediately jumped to you and he smiled a small so broken smile. “Hey, baby girl.” He beckoned you over. You complied. “Whacha doin’ up, hm?” He tried keeping the corners of his lips high, but, even though you were a child, you couldn’t be fooled.
“Why’re you crying?” You asked, fingers reaching up to touch his cold cheeks. He grabbed your hand gently, wrapping the blanket around you tightly and holding you close, on his lap.
“Daddy’s sad, honey.” He said softly.
“Why?” You noticed the song playing in the background, almost inaudibly. He pressed his lips to the top of your head for a second longer than usual, hesitating, containing himself.
“You hear that song?” You nodded under his chin that was now rested on top of your head. “That’s the song your momma and I danced to at our wedding.”
“And why are you sad?” You felt him smile a little, palm starting to rub your back to keep you warm.
“Because,” he paused. “We won’t dance to it again.”
Fast forward exactly five years later. Wide awake in your room you heard it like every 12th of December. You stared at your ceiling for a little while before getting up, grabbing a blanket and climbing down the steps. You opened the door to your backyard. Jensen glanced at you.
Without saying a word, you sat beside him on the cold wooden bench and threw the blanket around both of you, curling up at his side. He looked down at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead, letting you rest your head on him.
Twenty-seven, having found the love of your life, you ate and drank, danced and laughed infinitely with a grin that hurt your cheeks.
Eventually, you got up and stood in front of your dad, offering your hand and wiggling your fingers. He narrowed his eyes at you.
“C’mon, old man,” you winked and motioned towards the dance floor. “It’s time.”
“Hey, ‘m not old.” He said sternly but let you pull him to the center. You nodded at the DJ in the corner of the room who gave you a thumbs-up.
“Sure, whatever you say.” He grumbled under his breath. The familiar first notes echoed through the speakers, which he realized a second later when you loosely put your hands around his neck.
“What…?” His eyes widened down at you. “Kid-“
“I can’t stand the thought of you spending the rest of your life dreading that damn date.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, his arms curling around you. “I want this song to be a happy memory for you.” You whispered. His chin rested lightly on your head. “Remember today. I know I can’t erase the reminder that you won’t dance with mom again, but remember that I’m just a call away.”
You pulled your head away slightly. Jensen’s eyes were brimming with tears, hands tightening around your waist.
“I hope those are happy tears and that I don’t suck at surprises.” You chuckle nervously. He shakes his head and pulls you into the tightest hug he’s ever held you in.
It’s a hoarse whisper that you barely hear.
tiny a/n: Thank you so much for the ask! Feel free to ask for another one or tell me how you liked it, my inbox has a lot of room ;)